Bells

The bells in my head are ringing so loudly
so don’t let your whispers in.
They’re ringing and ringing,
and I can’t hear you to answer.
They chime so well, and I wish you could hear,
but then you might not understand,
and that would never do.
I need to think I understand the beauty in you,
so for you,
I’ll assume the same is true.
You, misunderstanding,
the ringing of the bells?
No.
That would never do.